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Can Any Of Us Even Get Drunk

Who: Space Bar staff and special guests
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Space Bar!
When: One fine night after closing

[The Space Bar staff made good use of the ever-replenishing alcohol supply at their last stop, and Nami and Remy got around to discussing the idea of testing various experimental mixes to come up with new additions for the menu. I mean, add to that Nami hasn't made a decision which one of the applicants should take the main bar job, so clearly the best idea is to shove them all into one place and ply them with alcohol while they talk to each other and work it out after that.

No, it's a good idea. Shut up.

...okay. It may just be a good excuse for a party. Sue her.]

((ooc: this is a mingle! It's open to job applicants and regulars who hold their liquor and their plus ones. If you think that might mean you, you're more than welcome here!))

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...whatever.

Want a drink? [Cloud needs 2 practice and you aren't five, at least]

Sure.

[Keith shrugged.]

What are you serving?

[Looks behind himself at the bottles on the shelves]

...liquor.

[FLAT LOOK]

No kidding. I wouldn't have guessed.

[SARCASM]

What are you making with it? What kinds of drinks?

[Say alcoholic, and he might move to the next bartender. At least Loki was doing fancy tricks.]

[LOKI IS A LOW DOWN PIECE OF SHIT]

Okay look, moment of truth. [Elbow on the counter, levels a hand at Keith-] You ever drank before? Because that'll affect what I'm gonna give you.

[Keith leaned his own elbow on the counter in return, resting his head on his hand.]

Not a lot. A few secret barracks parties at the Garrison. Nothing crazy, you know, since we were trying not to get caught.

[Though, really... it had been mostly circumstance that Keith had ended up at any of those parties. Being somewhat asocial meant he usually turned down the invitations.]

Oh, barracks? So, warm beer and crappy tequila, then. [He assumes. Whenever someone sneaks contraband into barracks, it sucks. That's just the natural order.

Cloud turns around, runs a finger over labels until he picks a whiskey that he remembers being pretty good. Turns around and pours a couple fingers for Keith to try. There ya go]

Yeah... pretty much. It was more about the getting drunk than actually having something good.

[Which was why Keith didn't really drink a lot of it during the parties.

He watched Cloud look across everything before pouring. He gave it a sniff out of curiosity, and then took a careful sip. Oof... hard liquor. He coughed a little.]

Okay... not bad, I guess. Better than cheap warm beer.

Uh yeah, don't drink that like a beer. [Slow it down there pal] Usually if you only get that much in a glass, you should, y'know. Go easy.

Right. [He hadn't finished it in one go, at least.] I'll remember that.

What kind of drinks do you like?

[Keith leaned his elbows on the bar, pacing himself now by not taking another sip yet.]

Anything that'll get me drunk. [Makes a lazy gesture toward his faintly glowing eyes] Takes a really high proof to get me there. Eyes're bigger than my stomach, I guess you could say.

[Keith stared closely for a second.]

Why do your eyes do that?

[He'd seen glowing eyes before, so that wasn't really strange in and of itself, but he was curious if there was a reason behind it.]

[LOCKDOWN] Chemical treatments. Army thing.

[Anyway, gonna fix himself a drink too while he's at it] What'd you go into the military for?

[Keith raised an eyebrow.] Weird.

I joined because a good friend thought it would be good for me. My life was kind of on the wrong track for a while. [Read: troublemaker...] He knew I liked to fly, though, so he talked me into signing up to be a pilot, and I respected him a lot. He helped me out when no one else would. So, I trusted his judgement. [And got himself kicked out later after Shiro was considered MIA.]

And what, turned out that his judgment wasn't so great after all? [Man, you're in good god damn company.]

I... well... sort of, I guess. [Keith shrugged a little.] I mean, I liked the flying. That was amazing. I hated the authority and having to follow orders. And, then, when Shiro's mission went missing, they blamed it on "pilot error"... like Shiro was some hackjob pilot that crashed the shuttle. [Bitter much? Oh, very much. And, yes... he said, "Shiro".] He wouldn't have been picked for that mission if he wasn't the top pilot in the Garrison. But, when I challenged Iverson about it, he kicked me out. ["Challenged" was one way of putting it. They'd gotten into a very heated argument that ended up with Iverson knocked out and injured and Keith getting dismissed for assaulting a senior officer.]

[Shiro doesn't ring much of a bell...besides Cloud knowing he's tangentially related to all these teenagers who seem to hang around each other.] This Iverson sounds like a real prick, [Cloud notes idly, pouring himself another drink.]

[Keith rolled his eyes a little.]

Sometimes I wondered if he thought it was his job to be like that. He's like a drill sergeant. They're all kinda jerks.

Might just be a drill sergeant thing. I'm pretty sure all mine were pricks too. [Passes over a club soda for Keith to alternate with.]

[That got a small snort of amusement. He took the club soda, glancing at it for a second.]

What's this for?

Alternate. [motions with his hands.] Since you're not used to hard liquor.

Oh... okay.

[He wouldn't question it for now.]

Thanks.

You drink often?

I wish. [haha my life is a disaster] One of my best friends is a bartender. Some of her tips must've rubbed off on me.

Well, it's probably a good tip.

[Keith shrugged.]

Thanks.

[He was definitely still interested in what Loki was showing off with over there, though... so...]

I'll see you later if I need a refill.

[Wait-

Wait a minute. Follows Keith's gaze over to Loki and scowls, leaning forward onto the bar.] Hang on, that guy- [Points] Look, just be careful of him. He's an asshole. He'll break into your room and screw with your stuff. Probably ruin your conspiracy board for kicks.

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